Lyrics The Telnyuk Sisters - Жінка з цитринами

The windows closed in silence and gloom.
Well, who was the snow thrown at this time?
A woman is sooiled under the crane of the moon and citrinos,
And the kettle, alone and sick, is sucking in her back.
Picked up citrinos - cautiously, like memories.
Burning plate with blue inflorescences of gas,
And a jam of jam, sparkling in the vocal vases,
The sun is spicy juvenile that shakes in the body so tenderly.
Somewhere windows and doors were fluttering like books,
And then burst into a white spiral of silence ...
Draw on memory
Draw snow with snow
The face of a woman waiting for a call.
And study the clock, which permanently loses a minute,
These gutted eyes are dumb and fuzzy
These split-thin fingers in the rings, as if in ulcers
What is so easy to injure their lips about them?
This flow of smiles - long-running, torn, obliquely
Alertness of movements - slow, laced ...
And a citrine to tea
And I'm losing a little bit -
Well, yes, beyond that, it's all as in all, as in all ...
Evening glistening, illuminated and sad.
Well, who was this snowy snowstorm?
A woman cleanses under the crane of the moon and citrinos,
And she says to her in the back of the kettle, whispering the kettle in the back ...